the sign i f i e d monkey ( ( ( safe ) ) ) above the green-bruised air chuckles ( & chucks ) d O p p i n g w s n h i t onto the velvet ( screaming ) crown of the king ( splat ) goes the golden fur! ( splat ) goes the royal pride! the monkey ( jittering with a wet witty malice ) shrieks “look at the king he is wearing a mud-hat he is a stink- man” the lion ( roaring through the brown stain of his dignity ) does not run ( he whispers into the root-dark ) he buys ( with promised meat ) the long silent s l i t h e r i n g multi pli ci ties the snakes ( green-knotted ropes of hunger ) begin to C L I M B they have no feet ( but they move ) they have no words ( but they hiss ) up up up the trembling bark the monkey’s eyes grow ( ( ( big ) ) ) & round as the branches ( begin to strangle ) “the signifier,” ( rattled the scales ) “can be caught.” the brown drops stop. the jungle ( holds its breath ) and the world is ( dead ) ly quiet.
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